Doors. Closing.......

The nights air calls for these moments.
Standing underneath the heated lights,
taking in the day and letting it go with each exhausted breath.
Wind slowly circles us as we stand here on the platform,
waiting for a train that never manages to meet us on time.
Rather than focus on scheduling conflicts we focus on ourselves.
Flashes of the days events sweep through our minds as we hope we did good enough,
said enough, worked enough to make tomorrow a little easier.
Uncertainty resides here,
the mystery of not knowing whether or not happiness is going to be at that door
when you step off at your destination.
Playing guessing games in your own mind, just to past the time.
Lucky me, my watch looks pretty dope, almost as good as the skyline of our home town at night.
It's a shame we plan to leave her soon, but that's another journey for another night.
Between our own ambitions and fears we find ourselves here,
both waiting for the right line to take us home.
Hopefully I'll have it ready when our eyes meet, and tell our mouths to speak.
Your beautiful, style like you just hopped out of lookbook and I notice your bag says Columbia.
Is your load to heavy luv, I could carry that for you.
Maybe for this ride we can travel side by side, instead from across the aisle.
Maybe tonight we'll find what we both have in common weighs more than our differences,
one less load to carry.
Maybe we'll discover more of one another and wonder why it took so long to say hello.
I know life has a funny way of playing when it comes to the footnotes.
I could tell you that I think your amazing but I'm sure you've heard it before.
Hell, what's one more, just a compliment to the well deserved.
I'm aware I can come off arrogant from the distance, I apologize.
But you'll find I wear humble well, if you take the time to get past hi.
Maybe tonight won't be the night our ends meet but that doesn't mean we can't find a beginning.
A in between where we discover what it truly means, to feel.
To be real with another person and not feel the worse for revealing who are, but made to be a star.
At least you are in my eyes, if I could get off my high horse, to say hi.
But before I can form the words, my phone speaks first.
Introductions will have to wait, because I have to take this call.
Regretfully so, but cest la vie when my dreams are more important than your intro.
Maybe life is telling me something, and as always, picks the worst way to show it.
"She's the one and we know it, but now is not the time sir, that would just be a mistake.
Because the path you've chosen is taking you this way"
So I remain where I stand, knowing less than your name as you board the train that says midway. Doors closing.

Like its 1999........

Prince - 1999
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Just because for some reason this song has been stuck in my head for the past 2 days and I don't think its fair I be the only one jamming over here.

Reggie pics.......

Just some snapshots of the Reggies Show. I want to say thank you to everyone who came out, it my first show with The Smoking Section and I'm glad everybody enjoyed themselves. We had a muthafucking blast if you couldn't tell. This is the start of something great, Purple coming soon. If you guys didn't get a chance to catch us at Reggies, I'm performing May 5th @ Sub-T. Hope to see you there!!

Born. Free.........

M.I.A, Born Free from ROMAIN-GAVRAS on Vimeo.

MIA - "Born Free"

This video is incredible. I wasn't sure where they were taking it up until half way through. Imagine living in a country where because you look differently, you have the right to be prosecuted , abused, and tortured. Lucky us. Born free and all......

Sidenote: Because the video makes me think of people being rounded up and prosecuted...Wow, Arizona......

Back Up..........

Aliesa Nicole ft Arab "Back up Beech"

Lisa kills this joint and Yes, Arab...Souldja Boys dude. Raps.

Road Trips......

Random observation on the trip to SXSW......

Flashback status.........

Blink 182 "All the small things"

A picture says 1000 words.......

Big world. Little Perspective........

No. I'm not perfect. The thing is I don't think I've ever pretended to be. Life is more fun when you admit that to yourself out the gate. It's freeing to embrace your flaws and trying your best to keep them from becoming your cliche's. It's been a incredible experience, this life, growing and learning more about myself and the world I'm in everyday. From the people to the places, I've been blessed to be surrounded by inspirement. Or maybe I just know where to look, who knows. I just know that the music I make is a recap, the soundtrack to the moments we experience every night we hit the city. Whatever that city may be for some of you. Chicago, LA, Austin... -Purple- is just a record, of the things I've been feeling and dealing with for the past 2 years. This incredbile journey we're all on to find ourselves, or something similar. I said on "Sky Blue Diamonds" (which is at 900 Dl's btw) that I don't know if I'll make it but I know I gotta try. We, have to try. To keep reaching. To move forward even though the odds are against us. Fuck em. I've chased the same dream since I could run and I don't plan on stopping now that I'm so close. Now that -Purple- is finished (minus a few guest verses and some mixing), Now that The Smoking Section is behind me to give you guys one incredible fucking show. Not when I'm about to walk across a stage and start the next chapter in this story of mine. Of ours. Yea, I'm a little excited. I'm just ready for you guys to hear the whole thing, I didn't care if I was making Hip Hop or Pop or Electro soul funk or whatever, it just felt right. Right now just feels right. I'm sure tomorrow I'll wake up and feel like shit because I'm not perfect (I just strive for my music to be), I'm not able to be to her what she wants me to be. I'm not the valedictorian they want me to be. But its because I'm not those people, that person, that I'm able to admit I've still got growth to do. I still have a ways to go in this world and that means more music to write. When you get comfortable and start smelling yourself is when your in trouble, you lose steam, you stop reaching. Never stop reaching. Not when the world is right in front of you. Purple coming soon.

Nanotech 2010 Campiagn......

Room full of talent. I obviously was too deep in thought to look up. Lol

Distant Relatives.......

Nas & Damian Marley - "As we enter"

Somewhere in the sky......

Pop Artist Sky Ferreira, I stumbled onto her music last night. Digging. Much.

Its just me and the band...........

Come see Me & The Smoking Section perform songs from -Purple- Tuesday night @ Reggies. It's my first show performing the new music and I want it to be incredible. Of course, you guys will need to be their for that. Much Luv.

Currently listening to......

I am yours now.......

The xx - New Music - More Music Videos

The XX "Islands"

The video says so much about where we are.

DALE!

Oops, I meant FELA. The new broadway musical from Jay-Z & Jada Pinkett Smith. Looks pretty ill. Their are moments when I wish I lived in NY.......

Thinkers Thoughts.......

Anger is a way of avoiding the things that will really bring fulfillment to your life. So is resentment.

In fact, so are envy, procrastination, perfectionism, apathy, overindulgence, and a whole lot of other negative behaviors and attitudes. They all enable you to avoid the fulfillment of your true purpose.

Why would you want to avoid that fulfillment? Because it feels more comfortable to just stay where you are.

But comfort is highly overrated. Deep down, you don't really want just comfort.

Deep down, you have a burning desire to express the unique and magnificent person you truly are. Deep down, your spirit longs to soar to heights that you cannot even imagine.

What feels like comfort now, will soon become regret, but you don't have to let that happen. Stop hiding from your purpose, embrace your best possibilities, and give life the beautiful meaning that you know it can have.

-Ralph Martson

Girls. to. the. floor......

"Lights Out (Girls 2 the floor) -JDP

Something new, from Purple. Happy 4/20 guys!

St.Elsewhere..........

St.Elsewhere

I don't wanna stay, but I don't wanna go
You ask me what I want, and I don't really know
But I just wanna be, elsewhere
I just want to see elsewhere
I try to make it right, you tell me when I'm wrong
So I don't really think I'll tell you when I'm gone
Just hope it ain't the same ,elsewhere
See I just hope it change, elsewhere
The sun shines out my window sill
and I'm just hoping that the view outside my windows real.
So many stresses, second geusses leads to heart attacks.
So many people speaking fiction they discarcd the facts.
I guess thats why I treat emotions like they articfacts.
I know she love me I just hope she don't leave her heart ittached.
Don't want no parts of that, I put that all behind me
That is until I fall again and only you can find me
I'm young but don't remind me, my generation lost
Heard theirs a price to live, guess we gon pay the cost.
So I can't play it soft, I hope you understand.
But theirs a look inside here eyes that screams out luv her and,
I know if I lose her I might never get to luv again.
But thats the chances that we take when we remove the walls.
and show eachother who we are without removing flaws.
I know I'll never find another one like you of course.
So I'm ain't searching for her, I guess I'm on my own.
The outerlimits of my mind, and I ain't calling home
In search of something real, so I leave these thoughts alone
But it ain't easy, when we're on the phone

I don't wanna stay, but I don't wanna go
You ask me what I want, and I don't really know
But I just wanna be, elsewhere
I just want to see elsewhere
I try to make it right, you tell me when I'm wrong
So I don't really think I'll tell you when I'm gone
Just hope it ain't the same ,elsewhere
See I just hope it change, elsewhere

I'm from a city known for being cold.
The wight of many on our shoulders ain't no easy loads
We buy so much that we don't even feel we being sold.
We play the game and beat the odds like we speak in code
The problem is niggas hearts is always black and shit.
Camera on the tragedies but afterword back to it.
Music aint bout music, but ya crews and how you package it.
Like if I go buy a t-shirt I don't need to rap and shit.
But this is everywhere, hard to find a path to follow
So I make my own when I'm not lost inside that empty bottle.
Such a life in love with all these empty models
Hoping that tonight will mean we'll find ourselves before tomorrow
Maybe we'll be different in the sun cause we woke and shit
Maybe now my city won't disown if me if I'm dope as shit.
They say it hopeless but the times, are a changing.
I just hope that I'm the one to change it.
So who here has a dollar, and who here has a dream
I'll give my all to you until I feel like a machine
Cause I know where I'm going, and I say what I mean
Rare, in a world where nothings what it seems.......

Flyy Girls.......

Sunny Sun rocking shades from Broken Inglish. Photo by 10.

The whole image is flyy.

Going green.......

From Sullivan:

I am a 39-year-old homeschooling mom and I smoke pot every night after my kids are asleep, in order to maintain my sanity. One of my kids has a language disorder and is mildly autistic. Teaching him requires a great deal of fortitude and patience and some days are extremely stressful. For me, nothing takes the edge off like pot does.

I choose to smoke pot instead of drinking alcohol as I suffer from clinical depression along with everyone else in my family. Alcohol is very, very bad for my mental state so I restrict myself to a glass of wine on special occasions. Pot, along with light therapy in the winter, has helped me to manage my condition without anti-depressants.

Only a select few people in my life know this about me and I do sometimes worry that someone might call social services if they found out. I don't know if it is very socially acceptable, even amongst people who otherwise don't much care otherwise, for a mom with small kids to be a smoker even though I never do it around them and I always go outside. I also never ever smoked while pregnant. Of all my female friends with kids, only one other smokes, that I know of. I wonder how many there are of us, hiding it in our houses because we're scared of what people are going to think.

As my father said when I came out to him as a pot smoker a few years ago: "Everyone needs a little something to get through it all." Then he asked for some of my stash. Wonders never cease.

It's ok luv, theirs more of us than you think.......

When they turn the lights out.......

"Lights Out (Girls to the floor) Coming soon.

Artwork by The Midnight Society.

All under one bun......

My friend Taylor Mallory just released the trailer for his new viral show "Music Burger" I'm looking forward to being a guest on the show. It's a dope concept, combining music and food to make something, creative, fun, unique. Pursue the possibilities.....

Airport........

VITAL "Airport" from VITAL on Vimeo.

Duranta D. Cook is an indie singer-songwriter, that goes by his artist name Vital. I thought the song and the video were incredible. Illy.

To cali, thanks for the memories.......

Sky Blue Diamonds.

Footage from my last trip to Cali, tried to capture all the moments.

cause It's Happy Hour baby......

The Bartendaz: Happy Hour

AVAILABLE FOR DL NOW!!!!!

The 1st official mixtape from Flyy City production duo The Bartendaz. Featuring a heavy dose of chicago talent, including yours truly. If you've heard any of my singles then you know the Bartendaz already. Responsible for half the money that the bar makes....Yessir.

I was with The Bartendaz........

MC JUICE Feat C Rich - We on -PRODUCED BY THE BARTENDAZ from Wayne MT on Vimeo.

Like Magnets.......

Hey.
I know this isn't easy.
Walking hand in hand with our futures.
Hoping the present lasts longer than its meant to.
Waving at our pasts as it stares through the window.
Mad.
Too bad we stopped paying attention after we met.
and my house stopped feeling like home after you left.
Peaceful moment exists where we slept.
Every breath.
Hiding more than words.
Subtle gestures.
Facial expressions that require guessing.
Every question is interesting.
But neither of us know the answers.
I suppose that's part of the fun.
Hoping that the journey will lead us.
GPS some unknown destination
and guide us.
Hide us
From the pain that comes with caring.
Staring back at us from across the room.
Hand in hand hoping these intertwined fingers won't lead us astray.
But if so, fuck it.
I'll risk it.
Your worth it.
Nowhere near perfect, but who is.
Truth is
Acknowledging flaws
and knowing they made you.
But not allowing them to shape you.
Some unnameable figure.
The unsaid.
Emotions climb back into lives like the undead.
and I'm just playing vampire.
Constantly inspired.
Involved.
Unafraid
When the lonely stoner is outplayed.
and our nights become days
and they into nights.
and we wonder how long we've been away from the world.
Impossible is seeing eye to eye.
Instead we go head to head.
Contenders.
Better than being pretenders.
Especially when we both surrender
and remember why it is we landed.
and why we never take off. unless its clothes.

Cool.

and the occasional shoulder chip.

Wondering if we would been better off as kids.

Unaware of what this is.

But then, theirs never any fun in the simple.

We prefer the challenge.

Making every moment count between us.

Geniuses.

Arrogant comprises.

Surprises

Let's spend our nights working on tomorrows morning.

Ignoring all warnings.

By those who find unhappiness as a purpose

and refuse to dig for the soul

for the picture on the surface.

So what, I still print while you write in cursive.

Fuck it, I think I'll risk it.

Something tells me your worth it.

The Simple things.......

Picture from Unscene Media.....

I don't ask for much. Just happiness. Just the ability to live my live doing what it is I love, with the people I love. Just the chance to make something incredible out of nothing and to share that chance with the rest of you. I suppose we're all the same. In search of ourselves, and once found, trying to share the findings. Writing "Purple" was a part of the journey. The music doesn't sound like anything I've done before. I didn't care if I was writing a Hip Hop song, if I was writing a poem, if I was making a pop song, because their all real. They all stem from real minutes and moments, people and places. I didn't want to hold back my energy just because I thought so and so would dislike it. That's not our place. According to someone close to me "There is no one who is similar to us, we are all unique. Placed here to change the planet, one being at a time." We're meant to do more than exist, and some of us lose ourselves in just that. We forget how amazing it is. Sometime I feel like that's what artists are here for, to point out how incredible these moments are. I'm a few weeks away from closing a huge chapter of my life, or just turning another page. "Sky Blue Diamonds" dropped last week, and the love it's been getting is insane. I want to say Thank You to everyone who DL'd the song, and helped spread the word. Illy! I'm excited to share the rest of "Purple" with you guys. Trust me, it's going to be nasty. Disgusting. Sick. Lol, good. I feel like these projects are just chapters, another section of the story being written. This one is growth. Or maybe I'm just older. Turning 23 this year. Graduating. Loved and loving. Working on something incredible. A statement. Rehearsing these songs with my band The Smoking Section, getting ready. Loving the future. Because it's looking good. Really that's all it take. The simple things......

Moments......

The boonies......

3rd Season preview. Glad to hear their coming back......

Landing Soon.......

Yeeeeeaaa!

Wacka Flacka ft Diddy & Rick Ross "O' Let's do it (Remix)"

So your party's wack huh? Not cracking like you think it should....Turn.this.song.on.

10 Minutes......

It's nice in the dark right........

From Purple:

The new film Global Shrinks by Barbara Kruger opened this week at Mary Boone. Similar to her iconic photo collages layered with text, the film is a combination of image with text projected onto four walls of the gallery. The text appears either directly on the blank wall or scrolling along the bottom of an image. Through either dialogue or movement, each addresses relatable emotions ranging from dissatisfaction to pleasure. Some tell jokes while others simply cry.